The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1887-03-24
Death Of "Jim TreadyHell."

This morning it was learned that
James W. Tradwell had died about
I o'clock, after long period of con-
st;tutional prostration. His death
was rot unexpected, but, on the con-
trary, his remarkable physical vital.
itv was the wonder of his acquaint-
ances.
The deceased was endowed with
an intellect that was the admiration
Of his friends, and naught but his
own indifference made it Of no value
to him.
In plain terms, there is no room
for the writer to say more than Jim
Tradewell made poor use Of remark
able talents; these are faults which
We bury with him in all charity.
AS Confederate soldier, he made
record Of which neither human
prejudice nor death itself can rob
him. Jim was a gallant soldier;
member of the Kirkwood Rangers,
and he frequently contributed to the
press prose aud political history of
the engagements in which he par
ticipated.
Deceased was 45 years Of age On
the "a of last January. His funeral
services will take place at the Church
of the Good Shepherd at half:past 10
o'clock tomorrow morning.
The following verses, written by
the deceased several years ago, are
pathetic and touching, especially to
those who know his history. They
were composed under peculiar cir
cumstances, and portray most vividly
a scene in the life Of one endowed
not only with brilliant intellect but
with fine education, and who would,
had it not been for the curse Of
strong drink, have been bright and
shining light in the world:
lam dying surely dying!
With no friend beside my bed
To speak kind and cheerful word
Or bath my fevered head.
But the spirit that upheld me
Through many dangerous fight,
Still uphoids me in my agony
This dark and gloomy uight.
Perhaps when I am dead and gone
Some kindly voice may say:
knew him in the pride OF youth,
When all was bright and gay;
But the promise Of that youth, once fair,
Once beautifully bright,
Has vanished in the darkness
OF this black and stormy night.
Deeply, dorkly, have l <inncd
For many Il weary year;
My fathers heart cost many pang
Ny sisters many tear.
But I'm sure they will forgive me,
When I've passed from human sight,
And my soul has winged its way
Into the shadow Of night.
Sometimes see around me,
When my fever's at its height,
The manly forms of martial men
Who charged with me in fight.
Tell them not to forget me,
But to keep my memory bright,
When I've charged into the darkness
OF the deep and gloomy night.
Say unto those who've faithful proved
Until my race was run
That the mighty king OF terrors
Has no craren victim Won.
For I gaze into his fearful face
With eyes as calm and bright
As oft I faced him on the field
In doubtful, dangerous fight.
O, tell ''the boys when have passed
From this bright earth away,
TO see me like soldier,
Aye g.! q veteran, laid away!
And remember, though reckless man,
Few his memory to defend,
That bravely fought for victory,
That I lived and died their friend.
Hark comrades am going,
Fades earth's landscape from my
sight;
hear the 6ugle blowing,
Quick my soul, prepare for flight;
Who knows but, on the other shore.
Ny path may be more. bright?
Because on earth my life was one
Dark, dismal, dreary night.
-Colam6ia Record, March is.
A Man who Kissed the Blarney Stone.
"a live South Carolirian" writes
to the Nears and Courier: "In the
article taken from the Albany